Its all been a bit snowy here at our cottages (click here). Although it was a bit snowy at the beginning of the week it was nothing we couldn’t handle. However, by the end of the week things were getting a bit more tricky. Its all right for humans they have long legs but once the snow drifts up to 1ft, which it does against the walls etc, we start having problems. Being collies we only have short legs. It wouldn’t be too bad if the crows and things all travelled over flat ground but they don’t. So we have to chase them over walls etc which inevitably means we have problems in the bigger snow drifts. Master is no help, he just stands there laughing.
Master has been out most days with idiot brother clearing the drive and salting the footpaths etc. Why idiot brother gets involved, or more to the point why master lets him get involved, I have no idea. All he does is get in the way. I personally like to supervise from the kitchen or the lounge (if the fire is on). Anyhow, all in all they haven’t done a bad job as we have been able to get between the cottages easily and out (although across the field) and down town whenever we have needed to. The farmer came up on Monday and cleared the snow drifts off the drive and it is now usable again.
Me discussing rations with the sheep
The farmer has been up feeding the sheep most days as the poor things don’t seem to have a lot to eat (I know their problem). They seem to do even worse than me. At least I get some dog biscuits for tea, all they seem to get is some hay. I have become quite friendly with the sheep (now we have a mutual problem – food) but idiot brother still won’t come near them. I do admit they do look a bit vicious but at least they are smaller than cows.
We went over to Chatsworth on Saturday to see the snow and watch people sledge down their slopes. Needless to say we weren’t allowed to get out and play with all the kids etc and had to wait until we had parked further along before were could have a romp in the snow. Although it was a bit slow with mistress (as usual) we did have some good fun in the snow and walked a mile or so before we had to turn back. Mistress got her view of Chatsworth in the snow.
- Me in the snow
Overall it has been a bit of a boring week. No trips over to Buxton with Master. No walks. There have been a few friends in the cottages but they are not allowed out to play too often. Then today it snowed.
Our peak District cottages became white. The best part of the fun is helping master salt the paths and the bottom of the drive. As usual I am on hand to provide helpful advice and assist where I can (usually by watching what is going on from the 4×4). Then it is out to play in it. Even Smudge was in a playful mood. We went for our usual morning constitution with mistress which is always quite fun as she hates the snow and while we are running around enjoying ourselves she is carefully stepping through the snow.
Me inspecting the wall
Luckily we didn’t get too much snow. About 2inch which we can cope with quite easily. Its when we get 12inches we start having problems. As collies we don’t have particularly long legs so we sort of have to jump through the snow. Good fun but a bit exhausting if you want to get anywhere. Two inches is about right. Lots of fun and no problems.
Checking the Salt reserves
Once the snow stopped the sun came out and mistress took us for another walk around our grounds – so she could take some photographs. Master joined us as we walked round which is just as well as we had to get a bit near to some sheep. I am not sure what they are eating but they didn’t look very happy so I kept well away from them. As usual it was a bit slow with mistress stopping to take photos every few yards.
Once we got back mistress lit the log burning stove. Smudge plunked himself down in front of it and we haven’t seen or heard of him since. I assume mistress will roll him over next time she checks the fire. I don’t suppose he will move now until dinner time. Me? I am on standby in case master needs to go out to do some more salting so have to be alert and at the ready.
Has anyone else had any snow?
Me looking ‘mean’. ‘ Be scared, be very very scared’
Playing with Smudge
Go away. I’ve had a hard day.
The ‘good’ part of the week has been the disposal (in my direction) of all the left over Christmas food. The ‘bad’ part of the week was that there wasn’t much. I can also foresee a bit of a problem coming up. A couple of people who came to see us mentioned in passing that “Smudge looks as though he has put on weight”. ME? I am as thin as a rake. Its just my coat is a bit thicker at this time of year.
Just when we thought we could go back into the lounge in an evening, Master’s brother came to visit. It turns out he is now allergic to dogs. So back out into the kitchen again. How can anyone be allergic to dogs? What is there to be allergic of? Well I can see how you could be allergic to idiot brother (who isn’t) but not allergic me. Luckily he only stayed a few days so it wasn’t too bad.
Yesterday we went for a nice walk along Curbar edge (you can see the edge from our cottages (click here)). The edges are always a favourite with mistress as there are such fantastic views along the entire walk.
Looks like plenty left for me
They are great for us as we are allowed off our leads and as mistress spends so much time ‘admiring’ the view we can go off exploring without been called back every few minutes. For once we didn’t do too bad for lunch as master had managed to pack too many sandwiches although Marmite is not my favourite. It wasn’t particularly wet on the edges but it was a bit wet below the edges on the way back. So we got a bit muddy. As usual mistress had to stop for her Afternoon tea before we got back. Then unfortunately we had to be washed. Now it is bad enough when mistress hoses us down but it is twice as bad if master does it. He is a lot rougher and doesn’t seem to care about our complaints. Give me mistress any day. Unfortunately we got master! At least it was over quickly and we do get a treat when we have been dried.
Master seems to fancy himself as the Vidal Sassoon of the dog grooming world. This basically means we get our coat and tail hacked to bits and look as though we are waifs. Mistress is never very impressed with the job he has done and always tries to tidy up the mess he has left but she has no hope. We now have to go around with a cold rear end and every dog in the neighbourhood laughing at us for the next few months. At least I can’t look as bad as Idiot brother. I think master really went to town on him.
Me at Curbar Edge